We used to be in love and I didn't mind
Lying in your bed, wasting all my time
But you've made your mistakes, and I've made mine, too
There's an ever-growing list of things we shouldn't do
It just keeps growing on
The willow tree in my back lawn
Thought we might move to Omaha
To see the ideals in the street as we pass along
But you couldn't make the trek and neither could I
Don't let this be the place where we up and die
This Midwestern town
Losing horses at the downs